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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.