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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
UT,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.