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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABBA to the grime 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.