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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.