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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.