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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
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,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.