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 Mali and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.