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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.