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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.