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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Index,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.