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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 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 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Scion,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.