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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.