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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Cluster,
Wire,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.