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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.