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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.