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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.