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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.