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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Franke,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.