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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.