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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Move,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.