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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.