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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.