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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.