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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Brick,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Visage,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.