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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
the Association,
Skriet,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.