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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.