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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.