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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.