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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.