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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.