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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
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.