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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.