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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.