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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.