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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.