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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 John Holt to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.