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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.