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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.