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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.