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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.