Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.