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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.