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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.