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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.