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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.