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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.