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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.