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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.