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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Television,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.