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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.