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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.