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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.