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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.