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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Can,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.