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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Happenings,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.