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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.