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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.