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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.