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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.