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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Wings,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Mars,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.