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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.