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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.