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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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.