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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.