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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.