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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.