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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.