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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.