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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.