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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.