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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.