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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Crime,
Whodini,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.