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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.