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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.