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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.