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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.