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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.