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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.