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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Television,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.