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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.