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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.