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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.