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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.