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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.