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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.