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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.