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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Can,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.