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 Panama 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.