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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.