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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.