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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Inner City,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.