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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.