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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.