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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.