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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.