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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
JFA,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.