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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.