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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.