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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Cybotron 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.