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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.