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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.