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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.