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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.