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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.