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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.