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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.