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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.