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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.