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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Inner City,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Urselle,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.