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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Crime to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.