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 Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.