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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Franke,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.