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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.