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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Pole,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.