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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.