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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.