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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow 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?
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.