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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Model 500,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.