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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.