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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Scion,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.