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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.