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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.