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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.