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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.