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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
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.