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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.