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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.