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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.