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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.