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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.