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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Index to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.