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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.