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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.