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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.