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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.