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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
June Days,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.