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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.