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 Pakistan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.