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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.