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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.