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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.