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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.