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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.