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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.