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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
AZ,
New Order,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.