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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.