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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.