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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.