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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.