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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.