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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.