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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.