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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
the Association,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.