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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.