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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.