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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.