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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.