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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.