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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.