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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.