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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.