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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.