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 Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.