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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.