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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.