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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.