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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Chrome,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.