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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.