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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.