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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.