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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead 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?
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
ABC,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.