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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.