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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.