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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.