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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.