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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.