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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.