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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.