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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.