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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.