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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
John Holt,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.