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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.