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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.