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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.