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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.