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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Television,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.