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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.