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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.