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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Wings,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.