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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.