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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.