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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.