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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.