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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.