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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.