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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.