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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Monks,
Average White Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.