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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.