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 India 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.