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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Germs 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.