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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.