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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.