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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Television,
John Holt,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.