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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.