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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.