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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.