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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.