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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.