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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.