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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Motorama,
The Remains,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.