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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.