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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.