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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.