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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.