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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.