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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.