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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.