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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.