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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.