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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.