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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.