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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Japan,
the Germs,
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.