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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.