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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Faust,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.