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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.