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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.