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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.