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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.