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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.