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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.