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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
KRS-One,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.