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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.