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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s 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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Crime,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.