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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.