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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
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.