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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.