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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.