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 Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Martian,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.