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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.