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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.