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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.