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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.