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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Cymande 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.