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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.