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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.