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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.