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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 KRS-One 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Deakin,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.