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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
The Names,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.