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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.