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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.