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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Names,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.