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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 theremin 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.