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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.