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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.