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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Rekid,
CMW,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.