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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.