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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Visage,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.