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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.