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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.