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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.