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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.