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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.