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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.