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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.