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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.