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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.