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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.