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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.