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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.