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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.