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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.