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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.