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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
CMW,
New Order,
Ituana,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.