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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.