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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.