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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.