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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Ituana,
the Association,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.