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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
PIL,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.