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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.