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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 EPMD to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.