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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.