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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.