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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.