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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.