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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.