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 United States and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.