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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 arpeggiator and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.