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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.