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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.