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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Interpol,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.