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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.