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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.