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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.