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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
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.