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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Pagans,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.