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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Monks,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.