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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.