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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.