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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.