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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.