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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.