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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.