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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.