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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.