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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.