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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Motions,
John Cale,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.