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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement 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?
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.