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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.