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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.