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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.