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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.