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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.