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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.