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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.