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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 Milan and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.