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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
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.