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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.