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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Mars,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.