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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.