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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.