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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.