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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.