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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.