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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.