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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Deakin,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.