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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.