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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.