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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Residents,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.