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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.