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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.