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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.