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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
UT,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.