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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Move,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.