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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.