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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.