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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.