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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.