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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Japan,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.