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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.