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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.