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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Motions to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.