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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Fear,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.