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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Pole,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.