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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
the Association,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.