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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.