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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.