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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.