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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.