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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.