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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.