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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.