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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.