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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Can,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.