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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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.