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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.