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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.