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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Television,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.