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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.