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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.