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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.