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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.