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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.