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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.