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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.