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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.