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 Canada 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The Move,
June of 44,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.