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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.