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 Tuvalu 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.