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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.