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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.