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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.