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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.