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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.