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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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.