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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.