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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.