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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.