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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.