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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.