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 Iraq and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s 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 Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.