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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.