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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.