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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.