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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Index,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.