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 Bangladesh 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
UT,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
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.