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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.