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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.