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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.