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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.