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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.