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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.