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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.