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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.