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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.