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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.