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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Motions to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.