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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.