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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Invisible,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.