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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.