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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
MDC,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.