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 Japan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.