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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.