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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.