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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.