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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.