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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.