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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
MDC,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.