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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
AZ,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.