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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.