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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.