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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Faust,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.