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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.