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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.