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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Germs to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.