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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.