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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.