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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.