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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, 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.