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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
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.