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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.