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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.