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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.