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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.