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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.