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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.