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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.