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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.