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 Pakistan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.