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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.