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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.