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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.