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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.