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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.