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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.