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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Mars,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.