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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.