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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.