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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.