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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.