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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.