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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Magma,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.