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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.