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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.