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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.