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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.