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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.