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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.