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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.