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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Gong to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Symarip,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.