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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.