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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.