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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Pole,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.