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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.