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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.