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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.