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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.