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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.