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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.