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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.