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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.