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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.