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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.