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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.