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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pole,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Japan,
The Gories,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.