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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.