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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Television,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.