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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.