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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.