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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
UT,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.