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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Crime,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.