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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.