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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.