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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.