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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.