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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.