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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.