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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.