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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.