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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.