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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.