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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
MC5,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.