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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.