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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.