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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Gong,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
ABC,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.