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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.