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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.