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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.