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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.