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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.