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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.