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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.