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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.