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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.