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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.