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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.