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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.