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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.