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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.