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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
X-102,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.