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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.