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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.