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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.