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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.