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 China and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.