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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Smog,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.