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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.