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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.