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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.