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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.