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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.