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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.