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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Can to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.